The Funky Funky Bomb

Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Them little locs are harder than the OGs)
Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Yeah, them little locs are harder than the OGs)
Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Them little locs are harder than the OGs)
Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Them little locs are harder than the OGs)
Slow Pain, the funky, funky funky Bomb
Creeping on that ass with funk, funky hood ski masks
It’s '95 and it’s time for the record to be straight
Smoking picos and counting the money that I make
Yeah I’m pimping in my 50−30 blue
I’m from the baby OG clique, foos
I’m rolling through the west coast laying low
Ain’t nothing popping off but a baldy show
I make money evryday of the week (Every week)
I love fraks in that gold Shid-nee-die
The funky word got me bumping off block
Hopping off the block, three wheeling around the clock
It ain’t the ghetto, it’s the hood that I live in punk
Old side original funk
So come along and let’s get it on
Slow Pain’s the name, the funky, funky bomb
Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Them little locs are harder than the OGs)
Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Yeah, them little locs are harder than the OGs)
Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Them little locs are harder than the OGs)
Slow Pain, the funky, funky Bomb
(Them little locs are harder than the OGs, OGs, OGs…)